Maevyn smirks, then slowly rises from her chair. She turns on the spot, exaggerating the movement when she sticks her arse out to me and leans forward to drop the toy to her chair.
I keep pumping as I watch her hands find the hem of her T-shirt and pull. The smooth skin of her perfectly plump arse is exposed, along with that kissmark tattoo that I’m itching to sink my teeth into. My breath picks up as more of her body is uncovered. The dip of her waist, the muscles in her back from years of dancing on the pole, the long column of her neck. Every little reason that screams at me to fuck this woman from behind and do it fast, becausedamn, what a sight.
When she turns back around, it’s my turn to throw my head back and groan. My need for her feels feral as I watch but can’ttouch. My palms ache to feel the weight of her breasts, and my thumb moves back and forth against my thigh on instinct, as if I can imagine running them over her pierced nipples.
“Tell me how you got this idea.” Desire pools in the pit of my stomach as I fall forward, bracing one hand on my knee as my other continues to stroke and squeeze. “This feels like torture.”
Maevyn sits down in the same position as before, feet braced against the railing, spread wide, and now I don’t just see her swollen pussy, but the way her stomach clenches and her chest heaves, as she grows needy with a longing of her own making.
“In my line of work,” she says, rubbing the vibrator over one nipple, then the other, “I see the way men watch me dance, but can’t act on it. The way they bite their lips and clench their fists. I wanted to know what it would be like if that barrier was removed.”
“Only for me?” I ask, the jealousy burning through me again.
Her lashes flutter with desire, but her smile is sweet. “Only for you.”
My heart settles slightly with her promise.
“But you’re not dancing.” My breath hitches as she moves the vibrator down her stomach and grazes her clit.
“One day.” She sighs, the vibrator inching lower.
My mouth goes dry, and my hand picks up speed. “I’ll hold you to that.”
“Oh yeah? You think you can tell me what to do?” She teases the toy around her entrance.
“Damn straight. Why don’t you put that thing inside you?” Her back arches, and her legs drop open further at the command. “Come on, baby. Show me how you wish it was me over there making you feel so good.”
Gripping the side of the chair, she pushes the black silicone inside. I watch, mouth wide open as it disappears, inch by inch.
Maevyn’s eyes close, and a moan slips out as she moves the vibrator in and out.
“Good?”
She opens them again and shakes her head slowly. “Not as good as you.”
I groan as I lean back, my balls feeling heavy and tight.
“Fuck, Mae.” My fist pumps quickly, then stops, squeezing at the tip before I resume a steady pace.
“This is so much better with the real thing.” She pants, fucking herself with the toy.
“My dick?”
Her head thrashes against the chair. “No. Fucking myself while I look at you, instead of just thinking of you.”
My hands freeze. “When have you imagined me?”
Her smile is wicked as she thrusts the toy in short, quick bursts before sinking the whole thing deep. “Like, a week after we met.”
“What?” I suck in a breath. “You got off on thoughts of me?”
She nods. “You look way too good when you come back from a run. Chest dripping in sweat, and that slutty little tatt on your thigh.”
I look down at the phoenix inked on my leg. “My tattoo is slutty?”
“In a confident way.” Maevyn runs her tongue over her bottom lip as she bobs her eyebrows at me. “In a ‘it has no business being that sexy’ kind of way.”
She squirms in her chair as she continues to study me, no shame in the way she wants me. I don’t think anyone has ever looked at me with such unabashed desire. “Did you ever picture me?”
